i hate saturdays.
It is so quiet here; I am alone
here, in this small space that I
call home. I feel dead inside;
my body feels heavy and vacant.
I am alone, I am lonely, I am
nothing. Nobody out there is
thinking of me, I am worthless.
All I have is this empty space
around me, instead of being
surrounded by love and friendship;
all I'm surrounded by are a bunch
of tear soaked tissues. I hate
being alone like this, I think
too much, my mind is a dangerous
place to be, it doesn't just
affect myself as a person, but
also the ones one that means the
most. I hate hurting him, but
that's all I ever seem to do these
days, I hate myself for hurting
him as mu